Chapter Sixteen: Formation Techniques

  This arrow shocked many people, Xiao Yi Ren became a bow, gun as an arrow, the shooting technique and archery combined into one martial art, this arrow, is no longer the initial entry of the rift sound boundary should have the momentum, the arrow out of no return, the mighty elephant's momentum galloping, shocking the heart.

  His body was like a wild elephant, and in the next moment, Xiao Yi crashed into the midst of the Feng Ya tribe's war soldiers. His blood was boiling, his strength surged through his four limbs, and the green-scaled wild elephant roared behind him. Every punch was unstoppable, sending soldier after soldier flying, their tendons snapping and bones shattering. At the same time, on the battlefield, threads of bloody energy entered his body from every pore, and the eight heavenly meridians resonated together, connecting to the ninth heavenly meridian. Xiao Yi's body glowed with a faint blue light, and the fierce battle energy surged forth. The ninth heavenly meridian was opened at this moment, and the nine heavenly meridians formed a celestial orbit, bridging his body. A new wave of battle energy burst out, and Xiao Yi let out a long roar. His fist strength suddenly increased, and the battle energy was like a rainbow. One of the Feng Ya tribe's war soldiers was caught off guard, and the green iron sword in his hand was struck broken. The entire person was torn apart like a ripped silk banner.

  Xiao Yi's response was like a barbaric elephant god, each punch carrying an inexplicable aura. Although it was just ordinary basic boxing techniques, he burst forth with great momentum and ferocity, tearing open a path through the crowd. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and sucked in, his arm trembling slightly, as if the elephant was sucking water. Several meters away, the broken spear hummed and shot back out, falling into his hands.

  A strong gust of wind howled from behind, a chilly and sharp blade stabbed at his back. Xiao Yi quickly turned around, his broken spear sweeping horizontally to block a black iron long knife. A great force was transmitted over, Xiao Yi's body felt slightly numb, and he retreated several steps.

  This is a Wu Chang-level strongman, who has already gone far beyond the realm of refining blood and small success. His cultivation is far above Xiao Yi's, and Xiao Yi feels that just one knife is almost as powerful as sixty kilograms of force. If it weren't for the opponent's mental will being suppressed by the brutal elephant's momentum, this one knife would likely have caused him to suffer a loss.

  In an instant, the two men fiercely fought over a hundred moves, with a surge of battle energy, strong winds howling, sparks constantly flying, and even generating a rolling heat wave.

  The Wind and Thunder Gun Technique had evolved to its ultimate form in Xiao Yi's hands, with the twelve forms of the Wind and Thunder Gun Technique fully mastered except for the last one. Although his opponent was strong, he had not yet fully grasped the Three Flowing Blade Technique. As they fought to a frenzy, Xiao Yi felt an unprecedented concentration of his spirit and willpower. The momentum of the Wild Elephant was also undergoing subtle changes, with its four limbs rapidly solidifying behind him. The divine aura of the Wild Elephant transformed from virtual to real, connecting to Xiao Yi's four limbs. His opponent's strength continued to weaken, while Xiao Yi felt a slight increase in his limb strength, and his skin, tendons, and bones all became much more robust in an instant.

  This Wu Chang-level strongman kept coughing up blood, under the pressure of one side's consumption and the other side's growth, he was completely suppressed. The solidity of his opponent's flesh far exceeded his imagination, every move and style was without any fancy moves, shaking him to the point where his muscles were numb and his skin trembled with fear.

  Fifteen moves later, Xiao Yi's spear flashed like lightning, splitting into several residual shadows in mid-air, piercing through his chest and abdomen, the spear energy sharp, cutting him entirely in half.

  Fresh blood spills, bloodstains dot by dot, life slips away in one's hands, yet it is not an alien tribe, nor a wild beast, but one's own kind.

  The five strongest of the ancient times fought to the peak, and three people joined forces, but they could only barely counterbalance Fengyan's two people. The momentum of the two was almost divine, and there were already signs of surpassing the second heavy force.

  The earth is stained with blood, and the remnants of the body can be seen from time to time. The Bloodstone tribe's many squad leaders are enraged and fighting in all directions. Their hearts are trembling, their blood is burning, and the little guy's tender face keeps appearing in their minds. For parents, this is a great pain; for the human race, this is a taboo.

  The two Fengyan coldly shouted, the red copper halberd and white bone hammer danced, the green war gas surged, and the three Qian Gu were suppressed alive. However, more than 20 squad leaders were left with only ten people, many soldiers also died or were injured, leaving less than a hundred.

  "Alright, my sons, the time is almost up." Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed through the air, like dry firewood, rough and powerless, yet gloomy and icy.

  What's wrong with you!

  Qian Gu's three people were shocked in their hearts, while Feng Yan and the other two took advantage of this to retreat, withdrawing twenty zhang before stopping.

  A dark shadow suddenly materialized, wrapped in a coarse black wolf skin that covered its entire body, leaving only two pitch-black eyes visible, deep and eerie, as if they were about to devour all light. Ordinary Bloodstone tribe members would feel dizzy and disoriented just by looking at it, their spirits and willpower seemingly on the verge of falling into a deep sleep.

  "Who are you!" Shi Taiyi shouted sternly.

  Heiying chuckled softly, his voice was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, as if it echoed in their souls, extremely abrupt.

  Xiao Yi's expression was also solemn, he felt a strange and eerie spiritual fluctuation, the opponent's mental willpower was far superior to his own, even surpassing that of the three ancient ones, let alone the two great Wind Tooth tribe hundred warriors, what kind of person was this.

  "Lord Azure Cloud." Then, two hundred-man commanders from Wind Rock arrived before the dark figure and bowed down, showing extreme respect.

  What!

  Many people of the Bloodstone tribe were stunned, able to make two great centurion-level powers so respectful. What kind of person is this? Even the tribal chief of the Wind Fang tribe may not be able to make them so.

  "Your souls will soon be mine, so you don't need to know who I am. Soon, you will merge with me." The dark shadow slowly spoke, its pitch-black eyes gleaming with a faint light, "Look at your feet."

  Xiao Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced around, only to see that the countless severed limbs and bodies at his feet were rapidly dissolving into the ground like melting spring snow. The blood-stained soil was also drying up, and strange bloodstains began to emerge.

  "Formation!" As soon as he saw these blood patterns, Qian Gu's expression changed suddenly, "Retreat quickly!"

  But in an instant, the world before everyone's eyes changed, and a vast expanse of white mist made everything invisible and silent. Even one's own body could not be seen clearly, leaving only endless loneliness and spiritual exhaustion. In a daze, it seemed as if something was calling out, a gentle hum entered the ears, causing people to fall into a deep sleep, never to awaken again.

  In the eyes of Fengyan and other Wind Tooth tribe members, the people of the Bloodstone Tribe stood frozen in place, motionless. Some let out a mournful cry for no reason, while others fell to the ground silently, their life force dissipating, their pupils quickly dulling as if they had lost their souls. Immediately after, the blood patterns on the ground flickered with an eerie glow, and the corpses instantly dissolved into blood water that merged into the earth.

  This was an extremely thrilling scene. Behind the black shadow, among the remaining Wind Tooth tribe members, one of them suddenly clutched their head in pain. Their eyes turned bright red, with bloodshot pupils, and a faint cloud pattern appeared on their forehead, flashing violently. However, as the bloody glow in their eyes grew stronger, the cloud pattern shattered instantly.

  "Bastard!"

  This is a Wu Chang-level strongman. In the instant when Yun Wen burst, an astonishing killing intent exploded in his eyes. The black iron spear behind him was unsheathed. His originally bloodshot eyes were actually flowing with gurgling fresh blood. His whole body's qi and blood were burning, and his entire person emitted a bloody glow. This was a life-or-death struggle. In an instant, he burned all the blood gas in his body to exchange for a single strike. After one strike, he would undoubtedly die.

  Behind it, a blue giant mountain slowly emerged. This blow not only burned his vital energy but also his spiritual will to the extreme. After this blow, there would be no more trace of him in this world, and even his spiritual consciousness would be completely annihilated.

  Soon, the green giant mountain turned from virtual to real, with a peak of over one zhang high behind it, as if it had a thousand jun weight, this momentum was majestic and powerful, with a fierce aura like a tide, rushing towards that black shadow.

  "Unbelievable! He's escaped!"

  That dark figure let out a cold snort, and from beneath the rough wolf skin, stretched out a withered hand like a chicken claw, with fingernails as long as an inch, on which a faint bloody glow was visible. This hand extended one finger, lightly pointing at this Wind Tooth tribe person.

  A golden long spear suddenly appeared out of thin air, the spear was as solid as a substance, and a sharp edge that was unmatched in its ferocity was emitted, distorting the air. As the spear appeared, it seemed as if only this spear was left between heaven and earth. The golden light was dazzling, but the killing intent was overflowing. The long spear shot out, tearing the air apart, and the fierce pressure made the Wind Tooth tribe member unable to move an inch. He stared wide-eyed as the golden spear approached in an instant, finally piercing his brow, and then his entire body exploded, his flesh and blood shattered into powder.

  In the vast white fog.

  Xiao Yi's gaze was as sharp as a sword, but it couldn't cut through the things in front of him. The white mist seemed endless, filling every corner of the sky and earth. The soft music that entered his ears made Xiao Yi's spirit show signs of weakness.

  "Dare to perplex my spirit, enslave my will, barbaric elephant, give me suppression! Barbaric elephant's momentum, give me destruction!"

  Carefully imagining the barbaric elephant diagram, Xiao Yi's mind was filled with a green-scaled barbaric elephant standing tall and upright, emitting an aura that seemed to exist and yet not exist. Suddenly, the barbaric elephant let out a long whistle, and in Xiao Yi's mind, a thunderous trumpet sound shook the heavens.

  Ah!

  The soft sound was instantly suppressed, retreated, and hid behind the withered leaves. The majestic momentum of the wild elephant appeared, and at this moment, the four limbs of the wild elephant had completely solidified, vaguely giving a sense of reality. The surrounding white mist was squeezed out, revealing a square piece of empty land several feet in diameter.

  Buzz!

  Suddenly, the sound of clashing blades echoed all around. In Xiao Yi's eyes, amidst the endless white mist, blood-colored swords and knives broke through the air, killing with an empty slash. The bloody aura was thick like paste, his pupils contracted, the barbaric totem suppressed his spirit, Xiao Yi clearly sensed that these blood-colored swords and knives were not physical entities, but manifestations of spiritual will, surpassing the second level of momentum, already attaining spiritual resonance.

  If the first layer of power is just a simple spiritual oppression, then the second layer of power is to turn virtual into real, causing substantial harm to the spirit and will, which can act on the heart. Now, these bloody swords are even more advanced, reaching the soul, borrowing from reality, not only can they directly kill the spirit, but also the physical body, and can cause harm, it's really hard to defend against. Everyone come vote, welcome everyone to go to the book review area to speak, comment.